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The dishes were washed. They dried and have already been put away. Laundry was given a final spin, so is dry. I had three items to put together. Mini projects, really. The first was the stand for the old tv. But, first, I have to clear the coffee table, and maybe the end table. Then to get those in there and begin... setting up, arranging, and else. Not... yet.
As well, I bought stands, for the rear speakers. So as to more easily and correctly setting up the sound bar sum total. That I got to, done, and everything is in place. I won't work on the sound for now. I'm not... ready for that.
Next, I purchased a small box for my bed, a slight elevation. Four inches. I suspect that, on top of water, and the cold, the other problems is that while lying flat, on the floor, my foot can get bent. And, if I am that tired, which sometimes I am, it stays bent like that. I don't thing the foot problem is A problem, it is a number of problems. I... seem to be managing it.
Though, too, I... just think, being slightly raised even a few inches, makes getting up, and going down, and probably sleeping, just a bit easier. Will find out. While finishing that, or doing it really, I tore the bed down. Had to. Then put it all back together. Nice. I turned the electric blanket on. Just for a few hours. Not sure I'll be to bed in time to enjoy it. But maybe. If not, I'll reset it when I get up there.
Blood sugar is 99 tonight, last I checked. Very pleased.
My shoulders and arms are a bit tight, from shoveling. Good thing my neighbor showed up to do the rest. There was no way I was going to get the rest done. My back, since I started sleeping on the floor, usually doesn't bother me. What it takes, to hurt my back, would break another man's back. Pretty much literally, I do believe. Still, I... do enjoy earning pain. I... honestly like to work. I just can't work as much as it takes, which isn't much these days. All good, is, I think what I am saying.
I am hoping to boil eggs tonight. Will have pb&j crackers in a bit. I know, but... I need something, and can't do what I should do. Meh.
Well... on to gaming... and a shower. Then to bed, when I can head that way. Good morning, good night, good day... and such. Be well.
"I hurt myself today..."
ReplyDeleteBanged up the inside of my left calf wrestling the trash bins (how I do hate those poorly designed contraptions). Painful DEEP swollen bruise topped of with mini blood blisters, skin hasn't split yet, but I wouldn't be surprised. Limping and elevation for now, no ice yet, too painful to touch. I've fought those awkward boxes for years, I must study this. Perhaps their size relative to me is the factor they are lower on me(us) than most, so we push them "down" and from one side throwing them unstable "one handed" Don't tell me I have to pull them down and back one at a time? two handed?
"What a drag it is getting old"
At least I'm not the only one who seems to find new and creative ways of getting hurt!
ReplyDeleteYea, that aging thing? Then again, it could be worse. If you think being a man getting older sucks, imagine what it is for women! Milk, without rennet. :p But... they were never strong, so comparatively it is much worse. Always fragile, now more so. Not mocking, mostly. Just honestly thankful... of some things. And with sympathy.
But, yes. Then again, I think I have been about hurting myself terribly since I was very young. I just... recovered so easily. That's the part that sucks, that it takes so long to recover, heal, or such!
Though... give it a week. I'll bet you are better. You seem like me, in a way. In excellent shape, given the givens.
As to sorting things out? Look, I'm still trying to figure out how to sleep without hurting my foot! :p So... I definitely get having to figure things out. Be well, my friend. Get some food, a coffee or tea, a chat with the doggies, and else. Be well.
I won't laugh now. Perhaps we will live long enough where your wound, and my foot, are fond (often meaning old, if painful) memories. Have a good one.
Good, bad or indifferent... I'd have a beer or twelve with you. My damage has been done, I could still enjoy. No-one else seems to care. I know I don't. Getting drunk with good "acquaintances" seems like a fun time... "we're not here for a long time... We're here fore a good time"
ReplyDeleteIt would be difficult, to drink, at first. My problem isn't a first beer or three. At some point, i would drink until I couldn't. Last time, some four, five, years back? Three, four? I bought a case. Could only drink 18, and got sick as a dog. It had been two, three years since my last twelve pack. And a year or two before that one. Still, possible. Though I would be careful. I never got to be a daily drinker. Only a few times a month, but more than most could drink and live. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteFunny thing is, wine took me down harder than the equivalent vodka, jonnhy walker blue or red if slumming... black was way out, yukon jack, balvenie 12 to 20, or else. Beer was... a starter, back then. The only things I found best not to drink were tequila, that was fighting booze, and everclear... that was lights out, but only memory. That... stuff scared me. I liked... having some idea what was going on.
Ha! Damn, the old days. Like I said, a case of beer, a texas fifth of vodka, and a fifth of some whisky, bourbon, or scotch. In eight hours. Then a nap. Woke a little dry, but okay. They weren't treating the bad heart, this stuff was my medicine.
Though I have to tell you, best not to. It... seems to easy. But, at our age, it comes at you fast. Eventually you end up in jail, prison, or the hospital. Or... two of the three in time.
ReplyDeleteI would only drink, in the future, if I had a cage in which to drink at that level. Like a werewolf, keeping others safe from my... nature. At least, if I was going back to regular. For a visit drink night, or several, I'd just get a hotel/motel room and enjoy. Take a taxi, the works.